Moonsters

Creamchill, the Coolest One #37 ❄️

High up on the Moon, where the craters shimmer with eternal frost, drifts Creamchill—not a ghost, not a legend, just the chillest Moonster around. Once, he was Frosti, a little swirl of cold and curiosity. But time passed, the lunar winds sharpened, and Frosti grew up—taller, smoother, and way cooler.

Now, CreamChill glides through the Moon’s frozen plains, unbothered, effortless, a walking (or rather, floating) cold front. His soft serve swirls never melt, his cone never cracks, and wherever he goes, the air gets just a little crisper. He doesn’t start trouble, but he doesn’t mind stirring up a snowstorm if the mood strikes. A sudden chill in the air? That’s just his way of saying "What’s up?"

He’s not here to save the day, but he’s not out to ruin it either. Some say he brings the best dreams—crisp, cool, and weightless as drifting snow. Others say he leaves behind a cold that never quite fades.